《Avery》{edited} Thirty-Three || To Much ||

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{First published April 2016}

{Edited 6-19-2016}

Dedicated to whitepaws01

||To Much ||

}Avery{

One minute Kayden is standing in the middle of the room a snarl on his face. The next he's standing in front of me. Eyes glowing yellow.

My smile slips from my face. What's he up to?

His rough hand wraps around my neck. Fingers flexing and tighten on Dean's name tagged forever on my skin.

I feel more than see Kayden's skin ripple and roll as he leans in close, lips laying right on my ear.

His warm breath flutters across my ear and neck"Mine." It's growled. More wolf than man.

Before I can even react his teeth sink into the smooth skin of my neck. There's a small pop sound as his teeth sink in deep. He nuzzles me tearing the wound wider. My eyes get heavy when I feel this snap. I jolt into Kayden's hard chest, not even that small inch before separates us now. I feel a push and a pull from inside of my body.

I gasp as my door, the one I built into my wall that keeps my emotions lock tight, that door I though was such a good idea, splinters open in a million little slivers from an unseen force.

Tears immediately spill down my cheeks as a mayhem of my emotions eclipse me.

Desire. Anger. Astonishment. Loathing. Guilt. Horror. Panic. Mortification. Adoration. Glee.

It's a never ending flux of emotions.

Kayden lets go with a suction cup pop.

I sway on my feet.

His gaze captures me. A look of horror and pride fills his green eyes, "Mine." It's a whispered cress across my lips. Just like Dean, I watch Kayden's eyes roll into the back of his head. His body gives out, as he keels over onto the floor. Out cold.

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My knees buckle just as a pair of solid arms catches me, lowering me onto the floor beside a very pasted out Kayden.

I look up with bleary vision and see a set of shockingly bright copper eyes.

"Dean." I stutter, breathless and tired. Weak.

"To much. To much." He grips. His voice shocking me to my core. Its a soft melody of words. So in contrast to his wild demeanor.

"Yeah." My voice is a horse whisper as darkness tries to drag me away.

"Avery, Every thing is going to be fine. Just fine." Jeff says wading up a shirt against my bloody neck.

Fine. A word that works in a lot of ways. A small laugh flees from my lips dry lips.

He feels him. The other meant for the female.

Girl. Human girl.

The three words ring out in is mind. He's like her now. His fur is gone and his tail. His teeth and claws. His senses are duller. He doesn't think he likes being trapped in this human body. He grunts and growls as he tires to make his weak body move. Wake up. Do anything then just lay here.

Useless. This body is so weak compared to the wolf.

He snarls in his head. He twitches as he feels the other one. Feels his wolf push to the surface. He's closer now. Right beside the girl. He can smell the girl's scent mixing with the other males.

Will he tag the female. Complete the bond.

Dean thinks as his fingers, not paws, it's still so strange to him. He gets his fingers to move working up from there slowly.

Must get up. Must protect mate. To many males.

His nostrils flare as the coppery smell of blood invades his sense. It's her. She's hurt he can feel her pain along with so much more.

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Is something wrong with her or is it me?

It's so much. So much new feelings.

He feels the slight shift in the air move as a body drops to the ground.

Protect.

He jolts up from the couch just in time to slip his arms underneath the small girl. He lowers her to the ground. So softly, like she's made of the soft glass and will fracture into a million tiny pieces.

Her teary ice eyes look up into his face. Into his very core. His soul.

"Dean." The girl stutters. So weak.

"To much. To much." Dean mutters.

His body tenses at the sound coming from his snout.

words. I spoke just like them. Snout. No, I have a mouth now. Worthless mouth. No sharp teeth.

Dean inhales deep, to much. Blood flows freely from the bite. The fool. He was to ruff with their mate.

Fool. I like that word.

"Yeah." She speaks again, soft. To soft. She's growing weaker.

He doesn't know what to do. How to help. Licking would work. That's what he would do. He's different now. She's different. Not wolf. Licking won't work. What to do. His hands hover over the wound not knowing.

He holds back a growl as another male drops down beside them.

"Avery, Every thing is going to be fine. Just fine." The male has a deep commanding voice.

He rolls something up, laying it on the girl's bleeding wound.

Dean leans in close. Powerful copper eyes locked onto the male. He smells of wolf. Of pack.

Alpha.

Dean knows this man. He smirks.

Not as powerful as me.

"Cam, get the Doc." The man all but yells.

Dean jerks his head back to the girl. She's out. Her breathing slow and shallow. Not good.

"Hello Dean." The man says looking at him.

He rolls the words along his tongue. "Hello." He cocks his head.

"Her." Dean says nodding down at the girl.

There's fondness on the man's face, "Avery. She is Avery."

Avery. Avery. Avery. Mine.

He rolls her name around and around in his head. On his tongue.

"You?" Dean says sitting down cross legged, his right hand laying on Avery's stomach.

He feels calmer when he's touching her. And he just likes it.

"Jeff." The man says.

Jeff. The name sounds familiar. Like he's heard it before. In another time. Another life.

Jeff moves the rag away from Avery's bloody neck.

"She's going to be okay?"

Dean snarls, snapping his teeth. Another male.

To many males.

"Yes, Nick. I say just a little bit tired but other wise she'll be fine."

Nick nods his head.

Dean's look from the male on the floor, the other, to this Nick back and forth. They look alike.

"Look." Jeff says surprised.

All three guys look at Avery's neck. The blood is still there, but they all can see Kayden, forever tagged into her skin. They watch as the light glows brighter connecting one name to the other. As the light fades, it leaves and etching of tribal markings across Avery's neck. And right in the middle. The little hollow of her chest, just below her neck is a small wolf print. All in a silvery color. How interesting.

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